AMAYA'S POV
"Hug me, Amaya. It’s an order!"
I froze.
Did I hear that right?
I replayed his words in my head, searching for another meaning, but there wasn’t one. He wanted me to hug him.
Me?
He wants my arms around him, the man who had tormented me since the day we met.
Was this some kind of joke? A trap?
I swallowed hard when I saw the glare in his eyes. No, he was serious.
If he needed comfort, why couldn’t he just hug me instead of ordering me to do it?
But what choice did I have?
Taking a slow breath, I hesitantly lifted my arms and wrapped them around his back, feeling his head rest against my shoulder.
This feels… surreal.
I was actually hugging Logan.
A part of me wanted to believe my plan was working, that maybe I was breaking through his icy walls. But I knew bette
